Michael and I went out to Brooklyn this past Friday to see a friend of his in a play. The theatre was out in the middle of nowhere – at least that’s what it seemed like to this dyed-in-the-wool Upper West Side-r. After we got off the subway, we then had to walk a few blocks to get to the space. A few streets in, the tall glass and concrete buildings surrounding the station, gave way to older, lower rowhouses and storefronts. It started to look familiar. It started to look like New York.
"165-square-foot apartment" -- Hoy cow! I've spent the previous 12 years living in 240 sq. ft (8 X 30) travel trailer (a period of time I've mostly no nostalgia for. I moved last year to space that's about 3X larger.) I can scarcely imagine living in a space that was 1/3rd smaller.
"165-square-foot apartment" -- Hoy cow! I've spent the previous 12 years living in 240 sq. ft (8 X 30) travel trailer (a period of time I've mostly no nostalgia for. I moved last year to space that's about 3X larger.) I can scarcely imagine living in a space that was 1/3rd smaller.